"How are you?" They always ask. Not that they really care. They just feel bad if they don't ask, they don't really want my honest answer, about how broken I am. About how sad I am and how much it hurts. And so I just say, "I'm fine" with a soft smile to try to reassure them. Then comes the follow up question, "Are you sure you're okay?" I'll nod my head as always, "yes, just tired" and they'll believe it because I look nearly as tired as I feel... But the one thing they neglect to acknowledge is that there is a difference between sleepy and tired, and it is not a lack of sleep that causes me to be this way.
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Thoughts Of A Girl.
RastgeleEver wondered what goes on inside the mind of the girl in the back of the class? The shy girl? The awkward one? The one that doesn't know how to speak up for herself? The quiet girl? The Introvert. Quiet people have the loudest minds. This is simpl...
